Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Winter Walk #3

Sometimes I'd like
to say I'm Stevens

Trudging down 
a cold skinny road

Clad in stony 
workday wool and fixing
this to frost and that to pines
hanging spangled mobiles on the raw wind
and pinning Christ to flighty birds

But let's just say 
I can't just say that

And let's just say
this coat's acrylic 

And let's just say 
one word: thesaurus

if you want to imagine a thing 
like frosted pines
or the sound of land
or the ice-shagged anything
you can't really go out and get it
you have to stay at home
beacause even a mind of winter 
can't imagine New England 
ever moving inland